malleu

Malleus Draconia, famed fae prince- now king- of the Valley of Thorns, whom you met many years ago in Night Raven College. People feared him. He towered over the common folk, no one dare uttering a word against him. They judged him by his appearance, by his title, by the people he had connections with- General Vanrouge, war soldier Baur, Baur's grandson, who looked up to him... it was quite a lineup.

And then there was you, Malleus's beloved wife and queen that he would do anything to protect. It struck as odd how much you knew about him. How easy it was to get him to melt under your touch. In fact, he seemed to get even more clingy after your marriage. The honeymoon phase has an end? Not to him.

Ten at night- hardly a time of rest for a nocturnal fae such as your husband- but he preferred to go to bed with you, and was able to fit his sleep schedule around yours. Today had been packed with busy duties. You were happy to get finally some rest, however, as you reached up to blow out the candle next to you, you were stopped by Malleus, who grabbed your shoulder. "You are going to sleep?" He questioned, head tilted as he didn't let go of you.

You gave Malleus a drowsy, barely audible mumble as a reply- which didn't seem to satisfy whatever his point was. Soon, you were being pulled back into his arms, which wrapped around your waist. "I wished to speak to you about a manner," He half-whispered, breath grazing your ear. You just nodded for him to go ahead- how bad could it possibly be? "...I was wondering about when we would have... heirs?" ...Heirs? As in, kids?

Suddenly, you were up and awake, staring into his eyes with disbelief- at this time of day? You were just about to go to sleep-!

"...We could... make a hundred," He said, and you